We pay and get paid in this life, in a cycle so tenacious no one can break. A cycle that involves time and currency, moments and numbers – The price of life.
Every day we measure people and things in prejudices and biases we don’t even understand, from the social affectations to a person to the very basics of human consumerism. Even the policies the government adopts and advocate, every single dollar transmitted through the plastic cards we unknowingly expend, lies the fact that a valuation has been made. An indication of a price we are willing to pay for this life.
The valuation of choosing time over money, people over time... We trade the seconds of each day in an attempt to build stronger bonds with people we want to be with or continue pursuing our materialistic dreams. And in this process, we have placed a price tag on almost anything or everything... The valuation of people epitomized by the gauge of time, the monetary measurement of the things we eventually buy. We have pasted a price tag on everything around us in incoherent numbers we could never comprehend, even if nobody has been honest enough to own up or admit to themselves...
Individually, we make decisions to place a price to our surroundings, our lives, our time... Like a quiet getaway to a remote village at nowhere, where we implicitly place a value on peace and quiet. Like how being fat is never an inheritance or a genetic disorder, it’s a life style choice. And we pay for vanity by the pain and the discipline of opportunity costs.
However when we make any of these decisions to measure anything, we probably don’t come clean to others, or even ourselves about the price we have put on our environs, our lives, our time...
Every day we measure people and things in prejudices and biases we don’t even understand, from the social affectations to a person to the very basics of human consumerism. Even the policies the government adopts and advocate, every single dollar transmitted through the plastic cards we unknowingly expend, lies the fact that a valuation has been made. An indication of a price we are willing to pay for this life.
The valuation of choosing time over money, people over time... We trade the seconds of each day in an attempt to build stronger bonds with people we want to be with or continue pursuing our materialistic dreams. And in this process, we have placed a price tag on almost anything or everything... The valuation of people epitomized by the gauge of time, the monetary measurement of the things we eventually buy. We have pasted a price tag on everything around us in incoherent numbers we could never comprehend, even if nobody has been honest enough to own up or admit to themselves...
Individually, we make decisions to place a price to our surroundings, our lives, our time... Like a quiet getaway to a remote village at nowhere, where we implicitly place a value on peace and quiet. Like how being fat is never an inheritance or a genetic disorder, it’s a life style choice. And we pay for vanity by the pain and the discipline of opportunity costs.
However when we make any of these decisions to measure anything, we probably don’t come clean to others, or even ourselves about the price we have put on our environs, our lives, our time...
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